Landon in The Literary Gazette 1823/Pocket Book 3

by Letitia Elizabeth Landon

Literary Gazette 27th September 1823, Page 619

MY HARP!

Come, gentle harp, and let me hold
    Communion with thy melody,
And be my tale of sorrow told
    To thee, my harp, and only thee.

There are who marvel I should twine
    My wreath of flowers, whose bloom is gone;
And wonder hand so light as mine
    Should linger but on sorrow's tone.

They say that life, to one so young,
    Must be a sweet and sunny view;
They know not how my soul has clung
    To hope, and found that hope untrue;

They know not that a smile for me
    Is but the feigning masquer's art,—
That each low note I draw from thee
    Is the sad echo of my heart.